The Cartel King: A Captive Mafia Romance

by Bella King

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Marybeth

  “What are you doing?” I yelp, surprised as Rey pushes me forward, causing me to fall toward the mattress. I catch myself on the palms of my hands, bent over and confused as Rey presses himself into me from behind.

  “Once isn’t enough,” he says, his voice distinctively rumbly, just like the last time we had sex.

  Should we be doing this here? It’s not even our own bed!

  But any doubt is swept from my mind as he runs his fingers through my hair from behind, taking me by the roots and clenching his fist. He has me in a place of complete submission, and I feel wetness between my legs almost instantly from it. I didn’t realize I could be turned on so quickly, but Rey has been the source of many self-realizations.

  I push my ass out into his lap, feeling the prominent bulge in his pants. This might not be the time or the place for this, but we’re going to do it anyway. At this point, all bets are off, and I’ve shrugged off most of the restrictions that were piled onto me over the years. My soul finally feels free.

  Rey leans into my ear, rubbing himself across my backside so that I know beyond a shadow of a doubt what he wants from me. “You’re mine, Marybeth. You’re all mine.”

  I shiver at his words, partially because I can see the truth in them. I’m owned by a cartel boss, commanded like his property, and I love every second of it. I’m drenched in sin, drowning in my own bad decisions, and as the water fills my lungs, I thank Rey for doing this to me.

  He doesn’t wait. He doesn’t try to slowly seduce me into taking my shorts off for him. This time, he knows that he has me, so he shoves his hand into the waistband of my shorts and yanks them down to my knees.

  I hear stitches pop as he takes a firm grip of my panties, tearing them off of me instead of pulling them down. The torn fabric reflects my torn morals, and now that my ass is bare for him, I await my final damnation.

  Rey grips my ripped panties in one hand, his other still clutching a fistful of hair. He thrusts them around to my face, showing me the wetness on the front of them. “You did this, whore. You’re already wet for me.”

  I swallow hard, looking in partial shame at the mess I’ve made for him. But it isn’t my fault. He’s the one who took me so firmly from behind, making me feel things that I cannot describe. He is the cause of this, not me.

  Rey throws the panties onto the bed, reaching back to himself and tearing at his belt. The cold metal jingles behind me, foreshadowing the pleasure approaching. It’s like a dark mist racing toward me, only one that I welcome with morbid fascination.

  The muffled thud of Rey’s jeans at his ankles gives me goosebumps so high that my skin hurts. He pushes my head down as he pulls his cock out. My head presses into the stranger’s sheets, and I can smell the unfamiliar scent of another person on them.

  I’m shocked out of my curiosity when Rey’s cock slaps against my ass, asserting its dominance over me in one swift motion. My body tenses, but Rey doesn’t let me rise. He presses me down harder, and I arch my back to accept him. He can do anything he wants to me, anything at all, and I’ll love it.

  Rey places his free hand on my ass, trailing a finger down my crack as he presses his penis into me from behind. My pussy is so wet that I can barely feel the tip of him sliding against me, but the sensation is overwhelming when he pushes it in.

  I take him fully, accepting his girth and length with a gasp and a moan. It’s like he’s bigger every time he penetrates me, stuffing me full of his goodness with incredible domination. I’m at my limit with him inside, but it feels so fucking good.

  “Take it all,” he growls, pushing his hips forward and burying his cock inside of me.

  My belly bulges from the heft of his sword as my pussy swallows him to the hilt. I clench the sheets, gasping and moaning as I try to make sense of what I’m feeling. It’s like everything in my body is tense, but at the same time blooming with tingling bliss.

  Rey leans forward, laying his chest across my back to push me all the way into the bed. He tosses my torn panties in front of me, a spectacle for me to enjoy as he fucks me hard from behind.

  The sting of a slap lands on my ass, and then another as he thrusts his hips at a quickening pace. The rush of blood to my rear is hot and urgent, like that between my legs. He could do anything to me, and my body would only react with more pleasure.

  My face is buried in the blanket on the bed, inhaling the scent of another person as Rey claims me. It’s so deliciously dirty that I would’ve been shocked to see myself doing it just days before, but it comes like second nature to me. There’s nothing artificial about my moans, or the way my body climbs higher with every movement.

  “I’m going to pump you full,” Rey promises, thrusting even faster. “I’m going to fill you with my sperm. How do you like that?”

  I flail my arms backward, trying to touch his thick thighs, to feel his power as he uses me. “Yes,” I say. “I need your sperm.”

  Rey chuckles, slamming harder and harder from the back.

  I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I mean, the giant cock is one thing, but me telling him that I want him to spill his seed inside of me is crazy. I shouldn’t be doing this with a cartel boss, especially not when I swore that I’d never have sex until marriage, but my world has been twisted into a morbid reflection of what it used to be.

  I feel like a whore now, but only for Rey.

  My body moves against the bed, but I have next to no awareness of it. I’m lost in the sensations inside of my body and mind. I’m wrapped up in the heavenly bliss, and I’m unable to come down from it until I climax.

  Rey speeds up, slipping a thumb in my ass from behind. Now I feel even dirtier, but everything he does feels so good like my body was created to be fucked only by him. I drown in the pleasure as it pools in my brain, consuming me like the shadow of night. I can’t outrun it, but even if I could, I wouldn’t want to.

  My mind goes blank.

  I’m cumming.

  My body shakes so violently that my teeth chatter as an orgasm rips through my core. I cry out, clutching the bed for dear life as wave after wave of incredibly strong sizzling electricity runs through my nervous system.

  I see colors, first white, then black, then the entire spectrum as my eyes roll up into the back of my head. Rey jerks me back by my hair, laying his other arm across my breasts as he pulls me back, arching my back, and contorting my body as I cum.

  The muscles in my body are tight, then loose, then tight again. My ears are ringing, and then I feel the wetness between my legs and realize that Rey is cumming too. My mouth is wide open, gasping and sucking in air as I experience his pulsating cock pumping warm semen between my thighs.

  Rey’s hand slips loose from my scalp, and his arm moves from my breasts, sending me falling forward back onto the mattress. I land in a sweaty heap, cum dripping from my pussy as he pulls out.

  I barely have time to enjoy the afterglow before a loud pop comes from downstairs.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Eddy

  Two days ago, if you had told me that I would be chasing down the most dangerous cartel boss in the history of civilization because he stole my ex-girlfriend, I would’ve asked what you were smoking.

  Today, I would tell you that you’re goddamn right, as I cock my .45 with a cigarette burnt down to the filter hanging between my lips.

  I got a call from sheriff Wesley telling me to slow my roll and stop terrorizing people, but I didn’t listen. I’m so close to Marybeth that I can taste the bitterness of her perfume on my tongue, and I can smell the shampoo she uses to wash her hair. Now isn’t the time to slow down.

  Not many people have seen that red Mustang that Rey’s still using, but those who have were quick to point me in the right direction. It helps to have a gun and a sour attitude. People get to talking when you encourage them in the right way.

  Now, I’m rolling through a neighborhood just across the Texas/Oklahoma bord
er, looking for the evasive glint of Rey’s silver bumper. I know that he has to be here somewhere, since there aren’t many roads without cars on them, and I know he’s avoiding heavy traffic.

  I drum my fingers on the steering wheel, dropping ash from the end of my cigarette onto the dashboard as my bloodshot eyes scan the road ahead. I haven’t slept since Marybeth was taken from me, and I won’t until I get her back.

  From the corner of my eye, quite far off in the distance, I spot a glint of red against the horizon, just a little to the right of the road. My throat tightens, and pinpricks run through my extremities as I lean forward, speeding up and squinting at the hint of red.

  My heart feels like it’s pumping syrup through my veins, thumping so hard that it hurts, struggling to give me enough oxygen as my body suddenly goes into overdrive. This has happened a few times as I’ve discovered information, but not to this extreme.

  My guts are a scrambled mess, and I break out in a sweat as I realize the hint of red belongs to a car, more specifically, a cherry-red Mustang sitting in the driveway of a house that looks like the owner wouldn’t want or be able to afford such a car.

  Have I stumbled upon Rey and Marybeth already? What the hell are they doing at this house?

  I slow down the car, not wanting to draw attention to myself. Instead of racing into the driveway and blocking the Mustang from leaving, I pull over on the side of the road, abandoning my truck behind a tree so that I can make a stealthier approach.

  The heat of the day has died down into a simmering hum of warmth, and the sun is slanting through the landscape, casting long shadows across the road as I walk toward the house. My heart slams against my ribcage harder with every step, more certain by the second that the Mustang belongs to Rey.

  I grip the handle of the gun in my waistband, not wanting to pull it out in public and have someone call the police. There will be plenty of opportunity for me to get it out once I’m in the house. This is between Rey and me, and I don’t want the cops involved.

  As I approach the house, I study the windows, looking for signs of movement inside. It’s possible that Rey has already killed Marybeth and ditched her in the desert, but my stomach hurts just thinking about it. I’ll believe something so gruesome when I see it with my own eyes. Until then, I’m assuming she’s alive and in his possession.

  Movement from the window on the second floor catches my eyes, a flash of tan, and the unforgettable blonde braids that Marybeth always wears her hair in. It’s only for a moment, but it’s obvious that she’s naked.

  “What the fuck?” I mutter, quickening my pace as I approach the house. What the hell is that monster doing to my precious Marybeth?

  I dismiss my efforts to be subtle as I yank the gun from my waistband, running toward the house with it. I don’t know what this motherfucker thinks he’s doing with Marybeth, but it’ll be the end of him. Someone is going to die.

  I slam my shoulder into the front door, wiggling the doorknob with no avail. Fuck it, I’m shooting this thing open.

  I step back, aiming my gun with both hands to the lock and firing into the metal. The bullet deflects off at an angle, hitting the ground near my boot but successfully damaging the lock enough for me to kick the door the rest of the way open.

  At this point, I’m certain that Rey knows that I’m here, but if he’s fucking her in the bedroom upstairs, I’ll still have him off guard if I take the stairs fast enough. There’s nothing I’d like more than to blast his ugly face off the second I lay eyes on him. I will show him no mercy.

  Sweat drips from my underarms, rolling down my ribs as I dash toward the stairs. The gun shakes in my hand, but not from fear. There’s so much adrenaline in my body that I could die from it, but as long as Marybeth is okay, I’ll be fine. Everything will be fine when I rescue her.

  As I reach the top of the stairs, the deafening pop of a gun has me stumbling back down. Splinters fly off the handrail at the top as more shots fly through the air, targeting me, but I’m already at the bottom again.

  “Show yourself, you fucking coward!” I shout up the stairs, ready to challenge Rey even without adequate cover.

  “Eddy?” Marybeth calls from the hallway upstairs.

  “Marybeth!”

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Rey

  “Don’t shoot Eddy,” Marybeth pleads, tugging at my arm as I aim my revolver down the hallway.

  “Who the fuck is Eddy?” I ask.

  “He’s my ex-boyfriend,” she replies.

  “Motherfucker,” I grumble, shaking my head. “If he comes up those stairs, I’m sending him to hell, Marybeth. I don’t give a fuck who he is.”

  “But I do,” she insists, pulling at my arm again. “Don’t do this.”

  “Marybeth!” Eddy shouts from downstairs.

  “Shut the fuck up, asshole,” I yell back. “She ain’t coming down.”

  “I’m okay, Eddy,” Marybeth calls to him. “Just don’t come up here, or he’ll kill you.”

  Good. At least she has the sense to warn him, but how the fuck did this guy find us in the first place? If it’s that easy, then we need to get out of here before the police arrive. That is, if they’re not already outside.

  I lean back through the doorway to the bedroom, looking toward the window for flashing lights. I don’t see any, and I get the feeling that Eddy was stupid enough to come here alone. If he thinks that will end well for him, then he’s delusional.

  “Get the fuck in here,” I growl as Marybeth attempts to walk down the hallway.

  “I can talk to him,” she whispers.”

  “No, you can’t,” I reply, pulling her all the way into the room and pushing her back toward the bed. “Stay there, and don’t cause trouble.”

  “You’re not going to kill Eddy,” she cries out, her eyes welling up with tears.

  “Darling, I’ll kill anyone who fucks with either of us.”

  “No,” she says, slamming her foot into the floorboards. “You’re not killing Eddy.”

  “Oh, and what do you suppose I do? Should I waltz down there and attempt to have lunch with him?” I ask in a loud whisper.

  “Let me talk to him,” she says again, stepping toward the door.

  “Stay back,” I bark.

  “Marybeth!” Eddy’s voice calls again from downstairs. “Tell me you’re okay!”

  “She’s fine,” I reply, unable to hide the annoyance in my voice.

  “I didn’t ask you!”

  I shake my head, gritting my teeth as I resist the urge to fly down the stairs and fill that idiot’s skull up with hot bullets. His brains would fry like eggs, and we’d be happily on our way to Canada.

  Marybeth tilts her head up, attempting to speak over my shoulder. “I’m alright, Eddy. He hasn’t hurt me.”

  “Whose side are you on?” I ask, pushing her back again. “Let me deal with this.”

  “I don’t want you to hurt Eddy,” she says.

  God, she’s like a broken record, repeating the same filth about her stupid ex-boyfriend like his life is worth a shit. I knew she was trouble before, but I let my infatuation with her cloud my judgment. Now, she’s going to get us both killed with her lunacy, all because she feels sorry for some jerk from her hometown.

  “Where’s the rifle?” I ask, speaking to Marybeth without looking at her.

  “I have it.”

  “Give it to me.”

  “No,” she replies.

  I turn my head, seeing her clutching the rifle in her small hands. She’s holding it against her chest, still not wearing any pants. It would be funny if it weren’t so serious.

  “Give me the damn rifle, I swear to god,” I growl.

  “Then swear,” she snaps. “I’m not giving it to you because I know what you’re going to do with it.

  “Don’t make me take it from you,” I warn.

  She steps back, putting distance between us. I’d have to take my attention off the hallways to get to her, and I’m not going to g
ive Eddy an opening to run up and blow my head off. Besides, it’s better that she’s further back in the room than trying to run down and jump in that moron’s arms.

  Perhaps I’m coming from a place of jealousy, unsure as to why she values Eddy’s life so much. She’s putting us both at risk, and it makes me furious. No man is above me, and certainly not some ex of hers. I’m struggling between trying to respect her wishes and trying to get us out of here in one piece.

  “Just give me Marybeth,” Eddy’s voice squeaks from downstairs.

  I roll my eyes. “Come up here and get her then,” I reply in a mocking tone.

  “Rey,” Marybeth hisses, but I ignore her.

  “You come down to me,” Eddy replies.

  I look over my shoulder, searching for permission on Marybeth’s face, but I don’t receive any. She doesn’t want me to kill Eddy, and I don’t want him to take her from me. I guess I’ll have to make my own decision here.

  “I’m sorry, Marybeth,” I say, stepping through the doorway into the hall.

  “No,” she yells, but it’s too late. It’s not just me who has risen to this altercation, but Eddy has too. His heavy footsteps rumble up the staircase toward me, ready to meet me in the hallway for the quickest shootout of all time.

  “Bring it on,” I say under my breath, lowering my sights down the hallway.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Marybeth

  I can’t let Rey do this. I thought I could handle all this cartel shit, but this is going too far. It’s getting too personal, and I don’t like it. Eddy shouldn’t have come here, and now everyone in this house is in danger. It’s not just Rey.

  I’ve used this rifle before. I’ve shot at a man and almost killed him, but I would never shoot Rey, even if he were aiming a gun at my head. I think I’m in love with him, or at least obsessed, and that makes this so much harder.

  I could run from both of them, leaving them in the house to deal with the conflict themselves. I could block out any news of what happened, flee the country, and forget about them both, but I know that wouldn’t work. My heart would break into a thousand pieces if Eddy killed Rey.